Dear Mrs. Esch, and family, I was deeply saddened of hearing about Brian’s passing, and I am very sorry for your loss.
When I was a young boy at St. Mary’s Elementary, Brian was my football hero. He was the epitome of toughness.
One summer when Brian and David were hauling hay for my father on our families dairy, Brian was on the ground, tossing the bales on the wagon and David was on top catching them. David went to throw his hay hook into the bale and missed and the point of the hook went through the top of Brian‘s hand. I remember my mother dressing the wound, and he did not shed a tear.
I also remember hanging out at their parents house when they lived by Lakeside Park, and sneaking out with Brian and his brothers late at night and going can tipping; running down the alleys, hooping and hollering and knocking everyone’s metal trashcans over and ending up at lakeside school and running a woman’s brassiere up the flagpole. As Mark and I were the youngest of the group, probably eight or nine, I was scared to death and remember running like the wind trying to catch up with the older guys hoping not to get caught. It was fun back then and though it was almost 50 years ago I still get a chuckle out of it today.
I’ve got some more stories that I will always remember, but not enough space here to tell them.
My prayers are with you and your family, may God rest his soul.
Sincerely, Brent Murray